"Well they were grown when she passed, so...had to have been sometime in the 50's," Honos replied, trying to puzzle it out. At least he did, before he realized he was missing the bigger picture. Cancer could run in families, it could very well be the same thing that had taken her mother. The thought made him feel old and sick and sad, and he had to take another drink to try and take that edge off.
"They're not," he sighed. "They're not, and it's just...it's not fair. She's dying now, and we never knew her at all. I want to say goodbye before I've even said hello, though gods know that's probably not the greatest of ideas."